I don’t believe in valentine On a Saturday night Free is my mind When I swim in the wine
We hit the night On a Friday night We’re back on Sunday morning And we sleep ‘till Monday night
The trouble in the world Is bigger than mine Is bigger than yours And I heard that before The boys are wild The girls are pretty Pretty like in the old movies
And we hit the night On a Friday night We’re back on Sunday morning And we sleep ‘till Monday night
We are old and young beautiful and fresh Banging our heads against the sky Barging our songs and swimming in the wine We’re gonna give the ballerina a chance When she’s dancing a boring dance
And we hit the night On a Friday night We’re back on Sunday morning And we sleep ‘till Monday night
Come on boys
We hit the night On a Friday night We’re back on Sunday morning And we sleep ‘till Monday night And we hit the night On a Friday night We’re back on Sunday morning And we sleep ‘till Monday night